Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1950)

74 It can't break. It's PLASTIC/ SHAMPOO Made by Shulton, long famous for soaps and toiletries, this wonderful shampoo is tops in every way — and gives you * more glory lights in your hair * more glamour in its perfuming * plus an unbreakable plastic bottle! At Drug and Department Stores SHULTON Rockefeller Center, New York than Greg Peck or Monty Clift. “Well, you must admit women are drawn to gangly, hungry-looking men,” Doris claims. Marty, however, looks well-fed. Perhaps it’s since Doris wisely has turned the art of cooking back to the hands of her capable mother. Everyone approves instantly of Mrs. Kappelhoff. She comes into a room with a cut glass pitcher of iced tea and a tray stacked with four kinds of freshly baked cookies, and there is a pineapple-upsidedown cake in the oven if you can wait. You can wait. “This is Grand Central Terminal,” Doris says, her bare legs swinging from the arm of a chair in the flower-papered kitchen. “If I sit still long enough I always see someone I know passing through.” As she spoke, a cowboy hat went toddling through, and from under it a boy’s small voice piped up, “Just little me passing through with a hun’rd-andtwenty marbles.” “That one I know,” said Doris. It was cowpoke Terry Day, age seven, on his way to the den which he keeps in order on a contract basis of twenty-five cents a week. Hardly had he vanished than another half-portion wrangler, like enough to be his stand-in, passed solemnly by and into the den. “That,” said station-announcer Doris, “is Jimmy Wakeley’s boy from next door.” Presently from the den came a shout, “Keep your feet off my mother’s antiques.” Mother, feet on kitchen antiques, called, “Those are not antiques, they are installment-plan maple; let his feet stay.” After a silent interval of four minutes, the Wakeley cowboy emerged and marched grimly out the back door. He was followed by Terry, toothily triumphant. “Just little me passing through with a hun’red and twenty-four marbles.” “Life’s too short to dwell on heartaches,” concludes Doris. “For example, I can’t imagine actors going to pieces because they lose a good part. I’m ambitious. I put my heart into it. But I’m not going to let business get me down. I am living for now. When I marry I expect to be happy. I don’t think people were put into this world to be lonely and when you’re not married, you’re lonely. Actually, I think I am a very lucky girl. I’m even spoiled, when it comes to working with Bob Hope. He’s so wonderful.” Not even Bob, the wonderful flower picker, could spoil wildflower Day. She’s true glamour, American-style, natural as the Day is freckled. The End It was no hasty romance that brought Doris Day and Marty Melcher together. He started as her business manager You Can Win VALUABLE PRIZES By Telling How Happy You Are Simply ENTER the “When A Girl Marries” contest announced in the June issue of RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR magazine, inow at your newsstand, There are three divisions within this big contest!! 1st division — If you are engaged 2nd division — If you have been married one to five years 3rd division — If you have been married 5 years or more. For complete details, read June RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR magazine. WIN valuable prizes for your home. This Exciting Contest is conducted in cooperation with the “When A Girl Marries” radio program by NBC — Monday through Friday — 5 p.m. EDT. Other great June features include: Gracie Allen . . . radio’s most beloved nonsense girl says “Comedians Make the Best Husbands.” Margaret and Barbara Whiting an exclusive on radio’s sister stars. plus many more exciting features . . . Get RADIO and TELEVISION at your newsstand NOW!!